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Post by arizona cassaway. on May 24, 2009 11:58:17 GMT -5
but why do i feel this party's over?
no pain insid [/b]e[/i][/center][/font][/size] Okay, good. It'll at least help me clear my mind. Thanks, by the way...
[/b][/i] she nodded, but didn't comment, she had never really approved of drinking, but, she at least was reliably the level headed one when people did get drunk. sliding her hands into her back pockets of her jeans, she followed mr. hernandez up to the door and then slipped past him when he held the door open for her. her mind was working to block out all the little strands of her 'talent' she tried to avoid places like restaurants, shopping malls, things like that, because they tended to give her headaches when she was younger. now, she had a bit more control over things, and so she could block everything out at times. when the matre 'd asked if it would be only two of them, she had just enough of her talent left to know that eric? hernandez? mr. hernandez? she didn't know. either way that he'd nodded. she followed the matre 'd to a booth and slid onto the side where she could see the majority of the restaurant in one sweep. thank you sky and jace for getting her to be that paranoid. it was always a hoot when the three of them went out for lunch when they were all together, because they all had to just about turn the table so they all got just the right view, it was a sight to see. focusing back on the present, she watched as hernandez ordered a beer and she just looked up at the waiter and ordered a water. no lemon. she waited for the typical confused look to pass over his face and then she turned her green gaze back onto the teacher sitting in front of her. hey, can i see the drink menu for a minute?[/b] she knew this would come out sounding so different than her actual intent, but, she had to see something. Sooo... What do you normally do for fun Arizona...?[/i][/color] she looked at him, an easy smile sliding on to her face for the first time that day. 'eh, i either fiddle around on my guitar do photography.[/b] she explained easily. her hands now having migrated from her pockets to the table, and her jacket situated against the wall. she was relaxing now that she couldn't hear all the actions of people. it was annoying at times, to say the least. ooc;
word count ; 595 muse level ; lower than last night. . . -tear- but, still really good. lyrics ; sober - p!nk colours ; b5f629 - eric. limegreen - `zona notes ; rawr! you're back!!!! and i pm'ed you, though you probably already know that. =][/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by eric on May 24, 2009 12:57:38 GMT -5
“I hate my job, all of my rich friends...” [/font][/b]  “I hate everyone to the bitter end...”[/font] [/center][/b] Well she could be even more strange than her normal water... but really, he didn't find water weird. It was actually something he'd recommend to anyone and everyone. When the waiter returned with their drinks and Eric waved him off, he blinked in confusion. Why did she need the menu? He shrugged it off and handed the small folded booklet to her, and opened the been sitting infront of him. Taking a good long sip, he blinked and let the foamy liquid seep down his throat.
It was almost relaxing, but he wasn't worried about that right now.
What he was slightly worried about is how hard it was for him to read Arizona. She wasn't the average teenager, and seemed to be so intune to everything it was hard to gain any leverage. He liked to be a little smarter than the students at least, but it seemed they were even at this point.. Or it was possible she could be smarter. You could ask him to do math and he'd fail... ask him to run 10 miles, and he's totally up for it. Taking another swig, he glanced down at the menu and thought about what he wanted.. Quesadillas sounded good, but than so did the fajitas... He hated not knowing what he wanted... Tag: Arizona
Word Count: 305
Status: FINISHED!
Lyrics/Song: "I hate my life" by theory of a deadman [/size][/center] |
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Post by arizona cassaway. on May 24, 2009 13:25:00 GMT -5
you're my protection
how do i fee [/i]l th is g ood sober?[/center][/font][/size] she took her drink from the waiter and watched as hernandez waved him off when she requested the drink menu. she could see the curiosity in his eyes, but, he still held it out to her. reaching forward, she took the little book and flipped it open to where they had the wine. scanning the titles. rien. they've finally made it over to the u.s.
[/b] she folded the book and put it back down on the table. picking up her own menu, she opened it, watching out of the corner of her eyes when he took a sip of his beer. hm. fajitas sounded really good, but, so did enchiladas. and she couldn't even do what she normally did, flip a coin, without looking totally wack-jobby. what are you going to get?[/b] she let her mind open a little, catching the feel of the waiter's footsteps. because the waiter is on his way back. . .[/b] she didn't really know why she keyed him in on this little tidbit, but, she couldn't pull the words back now. reaching up with one of her hands, she pushed the bangs out of her eyes. ooc;
word count ; 293 muse level ; lowish because i was doing this and two other threads. haha. lyrics ; p!nk - sober notes ; i've now gotten both the other threads out of the way. xD [/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by eric on May 24, 2009 13:34:57 GMT -5
“I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road...” [/font][/b] “.. It's not like to drive that slow with nothing on the radio..”[/font] [/center][/b] Eric inhaled slowly and nodded at his decision, just before she asked... He blinked up at her, and suddenly felt intruded, as if she'd dug into his head or something.. "Ah... quesadillas.... you?" He blinked as the waiter returned, pad in hand to write down their orders.. "What... are you psychic or something?" He laughed slightly, and took another sip of his beer as the water stopped by their table.. Upon the question of food, Eric answered with his order and asked for another beer, the one he was drinking over half way gone.
He closed the menu and handed it over to the waiter as he took her order, and stared at a text message from his friend... well he was more of a mentor when he was in the police force. Inhaling, he texted back quickly, and then put his phone down, double glancing to see what time it was. When the waiter walked off, Eric stole a glance at her, a slight smile curving his lips.. She was so unique... maybe that's what made him run to her safety... and hit that guy.. he'd never hit anyone so hard.. He'd actually forgotten about his hand... it didn't really hurt anymore..
Plus... she reminded him of his ex... Stormy.
Tearing his eyes from her face, he stared at the words scrawled on his beer bottle, and inhaled slowly. His nerves had been nothing but a frazzle lately, and he hated it. He could still smell the perfume Stormy had been wearing as she dove for the door, leaving him standing there in their apartment, leaving it up to him to take care of it. She'd even left her dog there.. He hated that woman... but now it didn't matter.. She hated him too.. and for that, he gave up on hating her too... Tag: Arizona
Word Count: 403
Status: FINISHED! She can read minds right?
Lyrics/Song: "Here comes goodbye" by Rascal Flatts [/size][/center] |
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Post by arizona cassaway. on May 24, 2009 13:58:15 GMT -5
watching as he blinked at her with surprise, she immediately regretted her words. sealing off her mind once more, she listened to his answer. Ah... quesadillas.... you?
[/b][/i] she smiled and then right before she was about to answer, he asked the question she'd feared he would ask. What... are you psychic or something?[/i][/color] she didn't answer, saved by the waiter. she listened as he ordered and then turned her bright green eyes upon the waiter. beef enchilada. she said, her accent switching almost completely into her french/italian mixture. the waiter gave her an odd look, but then went away to cast their orders to the kitchen. she could hear the clicking of phone keys but didn't comment, she texted enough not to care. out of the corner of her eye though, she caught his smile at her. she tried to ignore it, but, she could feel her mind and pulse racing. and then her own phone erupted with nickelback. flinching, she reached for it, it was tuna and she was actually calling. great. i'm sorry. . .[/b] she answered it, looking down at her lap. tuna was rambling on about how sky was pissed and had hijacked an entire crate of fireworks and was heading to the field house. clearly `zona's farewell trick had simply pissed off the teams. tunes, put her on. . . sky, remember what the police told you last time? n-. . . no, i can't come bail you out this time. . . i'm like 1,000 miles away. that'd take 16 freakin' hours. no way. i know what the bylaws say. no pyrotechnics. fin. she paused, listening to her best friend mutter and then hand the phone back to tuna. get the fire extinguisher. . . and maybe the rope. she hung up the phone at that point, she was always the mediator. she could talk sky out of things like this, usually. now, she had to go through tuna. reaching forward, she took a sip of her water and then put it back on the table, sliding the phone back into her pocket. she was trying to figure out what exactly sky was plotting. . . if it involved fireworks and dinamite, she didn't want to know. but, sky lost her temper at times, they both did, that was why they clicked. looking back up at hernandez, she gave him an apologetic smile. -too lazy to add all the cool coding.-[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by eric on May 24, 2009 14:10:22 GMT -5
“I was sitting at home watching tv all alone...” [/font][/b] “...So tired of routines... the day goes on and on...”[/font] [/center][/b] As the waiter departed, Eric found himself unable to think of anything else except that weird conversation that had just taken place. He gave her a few blinks before draining off his beer.... It didn't take too much of this home brew to get him buzzed.. but it took a good number to get him trashed.. He never used to be like this. At 25, he was probably the most depressed person he knew simply because he looked at things so awkwardly sad. He shook his head at his disgust with his attitude, and laughed at his next thought..
"So... your friends are... a little crazy... from the way it sounds.." He snickered, hoping to not have offended Arizona, and took the other beer as the waiter brought it to him. He opened it, and knew he'd spend more of his money on beer tonight than he would food.. Maybe he should get liquor... it always got him faster... that way he spent less money. He blinked and looked around the room, spotting a few familar faces from random places he'd been... He turned his eyes back to hers, and locked on again...
What was it about her that had him so fascinated..
She was just the average teen right? Was he getting that desperate, to protect teens to keep his life full of meaning and purpose? Well he was a teacher, could really throw a punch, and had a short temper.. Maybe he'd been meant to be like superman or batman. Really, he could probably do it.. what would his name be? He had such a weird train of thought. Reaching for his beer, he sat back in his seat, and closed his eyes.. "Let's play a game.. Take a guess at what I did before I was a teacher..." Tag: Arizona
Word Count: 386
Status: FINISHED!
Lyrics/Song: "Live to party" Jonas Brothers [/size][/center] |
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Post by arizona cassaway. on May 24, 2009 15:36:54 GMT -5
`zona listened to him snicker and comment on her phone call. So... your friends are... a little crazy... from the way it sounds..
[/i][/color] she shrugged, they're different, but, they keep life interesting. sky just has a temper issue and it takes a bit of work to calm her down. my other friend, tuna, she isn't quite as forceful as sky needs at times, so, that's where i would come in. . . and now i'm gone.[/b] she opened her mind just a little, the restaurant wasn't quite as full as she'd been prepared for, so, she just let her barriers relax. things 'd be fine. she felt his eyes on her after he'd done a sweep of the room. leaning back in the booth seat, she tucked one of her legs up under her, trying to relax. but, then she realised just how focused she was on him, she felt his spazztic thoughtstream hit her like a truck. flinching just slightly, she tried to ignore it, just relaxing and remembering that she was here simply so that she could give him a ride when he was drunk. Let's play a game.. Take a guess at what I did before I was a teacher...[/i][/color] she rolled her eyes, when ever someone guessed that she was psychic, they asked what they were thinking. but then again, she was a good guesser. well, judging by the way you stormed the two guys at the park. . . i'd guess you had some training. and seeing as you're in shape. . .hrm. . . superman?[/b] she figured she'd joke a little, just to relax herself a little more. no. . . he could fly. . . hrm. . . cop? she questioned, this time just connecting the dots.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by eric on May 24, 2009 15:46:11 GMT -5
“Let's hear it for America's Sweetheart!” [/font][/b] [/center][/b] He had to laugh at the superman joke. He nodded. "Yeah.. I'm the guy in tight blue pants and red underwear.. yep.." He shook his head at her random guess of police officer... "Yeah.. actually not many people know that about me.. I took it up when I failed at sports glory.." Shrugging, he laughed.. "I'm badass with a gun, I can break almost any bone, and I am pretty good at ops.. but I don't do that anymore.. I'm still officer hernandez though.. I could have been a leutinent.." He blinked softly thinking about it, and took a good drink of his beer..
But then I was offered to teach sports here.. so.. I took it.." Lucky him, right? Nah, he loved his job, though it sucked in pay a little too much. He had good benefits, anyways, well they could be better. Shaking himself from those thoughts, he inhaled and blinked.. "well at least you keep in touch with them.." he added, moving back to her friends.. "I haven't talked to my closest friends in over 8 years.." Tag: Arizona
Word Count: 250
Status: FINISHED!
Lyrics/Song: "America's Sweetheart (IDK)" by Fall Out Boy [/size][/center] |
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Post by arizona cassaway. on May 24, 2009 18:43:35 GMT -5
Yeah.. I'm the guy in tight blue pants and red underwear.. yep..
[/i][/color] she grinned and laughed lightly. Yeah.. actually not many people know that about me.. I took it up when I failed at sports glory..[/i][/color] she tilted her head at this comment, failed at sports glory? she'd have to ask him about that when he was sober. I'm badass with a gun, I can break almost any bone, and I am pretty good at ops.. but I don't do that anymore.. I'm still officer hernandez though.. I could have been a leutinent..[/i][/color] she laughed at this. hang on hang on hang on, you mean to tell me that you could have actually punished those two guys?[/b] her eyes flashed with surprise and kind of repremanding. But then I was offered to teach sports here.. so.. I took it..[/i][/color] she nodded, taking another sip of her water. so sports is everything to you. . . wow.[/b] she couldn't help but think of band, she loved band. she missed band. well at least you keep in touch with them..[/i][/color] she had to kind of think to figure out what he was talking about, and then realised that he was referring to sky and tuna. I haven't talked to my closest friends in over 8 years..[/i][/color] her eyes searched his face. damn, he wasn't lying. he really hadn't talked to his friends in that long? why? had something happened? no. she shouldn't be digging into someone's personal life, that would give them a full ticket to dig into hers. give 'em a call, what can it hurt.[/b] she paused, glancing at his beer. although i wouldn't do it today if i were you. . .[/b] she said it jokingly, but, with a hint of actual advice in it. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by eric on Jun 7, 2009 14:49:41 GMT -5
“Woud you cry if you saw me crying?...” [/font][/b] “You can save my soul tonight...”[/font] [/center][/b] Eric stopped to look at her for a second long as she spoke... The look in her eyes seized him for a moment, and he gave a chuckle.. "No, I don't have jurisdiction to make arrests anymore, though I can still kick someone's ass if I had to... and I have connections.." He gave a shrug and blinked. Their food was coming.. Shit, that was fast. He'd never figured he could hold a conversation up this long. He'd not in a long time... Then her words caught his ears, and they stung a bit.
His eyes flashed up to her, and he paused for a moment - she was serious. He gave a soft grin, thinking that she was probably right. His friend Thomas was the only real one he had anymore, but he'd not talked to the man in... geez.. how long had it been.. Since Junior year. He could easily find him with some police work, but it wasn't that easy, emotionally. He inhaled softly as the waiter walked off, having placed yet another beer by his plate. Eric moved it to the other side of the table so he didn't knock it over, and then contrasted the traits between his drunken self to his sober self. The drunken one was obviously more open then he was undrunk... So did he really need to think about this?
No, he couldn't really control what came from his lips anymore. He even thought about it, but now he was a loose cannon. He shook his head at his thoughts, and then looked up at her, then back to his plate. "Well this looks good.." he added, his fork stabbing into the tortilla for his consumption. "You know, I should really thank you for offering to drive me back to... to.. My place... or.. something." He couldn't even put together a proper thought.. Shit... Tag: Zona
Word Count: 395
Status: FINISHED!
Lyrics/Song: "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias [/size][/center] |
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